Tag: первый класс

Airport.
We flew to Europe today.
Everyone who has ever been on a long Intercontinental flight knows how tiring and uncomfortable it can be. I’m usually dressed in my sport clothes, as comfortable as I can be, preparing myself for sitting for 24 hours in a jammed tiny seat with swallowed legs.

I feel like I’m the only one who is dressed like this. I’m pretending that I don’t see it. But I feel fine. I also could pretend that heals and jeans are comfortable. Or may be I just look at it from a wrong perspective.
If you walk through the plane from the first class to economy and back you will notice how light beige, off -pink and cream colours changes into grey and blue costumes and practical pullovers to jeans and black t-shirts.
We are a part of one group, a part of society and therefore we have to wear a “status” of that group.

And I feel it is almost compulsory to perform, compulsory to fit into the upper seat. If you are a part of this class then you have to show everyone that the issue of comfort is not effecting you (you are comfortable anyway) and you can look a million- dollar -like even with swallowed legs and dehydrated skin. You can, or better to say, you have to…. have to look good and support the value of the group.
What if I’m not? I will get a dozen of looks for a start, couple of smirks and certainly no invitations for a chit- chat; don’t even think about it. Do I care? No. But the pressure is big and most of us chose to be a part of something big – easier and no resistance.